SELF-CENSORSHIP

That's what I've been practising -- in terms of writing-- for the past few days.

The result is amazing: none of my writings could pass through my own censorship unscathed. The so-called writings include two essays written last week during the boring training days, and one super short story I typed into my cellphone because I was bored out of my skull during one training session and I didn't have a pen and a piece of paper with me.

According to my own censorship terms, the first two writings are classified as pornographic materials -- hence I cannot post them online.

The super short story is deemed unfit for public view due to its harsh racism & sexism content, not to mention the abusive language used.

Damn. I want to update my blog everyday. Damn damn damn.

I should never be given anymore training sessions. They only poison my already-venomous brains with porn and violent images and language.

That, or I'd have to simply stop censoring myself and declare a new title for this blog: ASYLUM OF MINE -- UNCENSORED.